By ways remote and distant
waters sped,
Brother, to thy sad
grave-side am I come,
That I may give the last
gifts to the dead,
And vainly parley with thine
ashes dumb:
Since she who now bestows and
now denies
Hath ta'en thee, hapless
brother, from mine eyes.
But lo! These gifts, the
heirlooms of past years,
Are made sad things to grace
thy coffin shell;
Take them, all drenched with
a brother's tears,
And, brother, for all time,
hail and farewell!
Gaius Valerius Catullus
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